Her Broken Soul

I am so screwed...

Groaning, I reach over and shut my alarm off. My heart is pounding and I'm all sweaty as if I had just finished running a marathon, while the only thing running through my mind is how deeply I am screwed. You see, loving Taylor Johnson comes with nothing but pain and misery. He is guarded and cruel and feared by all. Not to mention I'm not at all like the sluts he screws on his free time..

Huffing, I sit up and brush my soaking wet hair from my face and step to my closet as I admire the choice for todays wardrobe. Scanning my eyes over my mostly monochrome closet, my eyes settle on a baggy black long sleeve and grey skinny jeans. I pull a pair of black socks and grey beanie from my drawer to go with it. Lastly, while biting my lip I choose the shoe choice, settling on my ankle high faded yellow converse with purple laces. 

Satisfied, I check my phone and mentally curse. 30mins til the first bell. 

I take one of the fastest showers in my life, skipping straight to the eyeliner. No time for a full face makeup or to style my soaking wet hair. I then grab my bag and phone rushing to the jeep. It was 7:52am, 8mins to get to class before Mrs. Hardwell closes the door and I am forced to take a tardy.

I arrive at 7:58am and sprint straight to class, not even stopping to my locker, getting to class right as the bell chimes, slipping in my seat as I pant heavily. yeah, no excersising is so not for me.

After catching my breath, I pull out my things and start getting to work on the assignment already posted on the board. Feeling eyes on me, I look up scanning the room, my heart beginning to race again as I lock eyes with Taylor, making me quickly look away and back to my work. Why was he staring? And why stare at me?

I sigh and when i look up again his attention was elsewhere so i do the same until the bell rings.

The next few classes pass in a blur of me ignoring Cameron, Wren and Max as well as Taylor while playing catchup from missing so much school. Soon school is over and I am headed to my jeep when I freeze, my breath catching in my throat and tears rising in my eyes. There, where my prestine black Jeep Wrangler should be was a disaster. My jeep had been spray painted with words like freak, slut and etc. The headlights and windows all smashed in and my tires had been flattened. This was a gift from my dad, one of the only things I had left from him, and it was gone...

Taking pictures of the damage, I do my best to not cry. Ignoring everyones eyes on me as they filter out the building to their own rides. Plastering on an emotionless mask, I begin to walk home. 

Of course, as I get a block away from school, mother nature has other plans as it starts to downpour, freezing cold rain soaking thru my clothes. I put my headphones in and turn on my pandora mix as i brush my soaking wet hair from my face with a huff. 

Slowly, walking the 18 blocks back to my house. 

By the time I got home, I was soaked. My tears having finally taken over, falling down my cheeks and mixing with the rain. My mother was home when I trudged in. She took one confused look at me and before she could speak, I was rushing up the steps in my soggy socks and slamming my room door shut letting out ugly sobs as I stripped and grabbed my pjs and take a hot bath. 

After my bath, I put pjs on and akip dinner deciding to just sleep. 

And within minutes of laying down, I was out like a light..

BRINGGGGGGG

My alarm sounds, jarring me from my sleep. Slowly my eyes flutter open with a soft groan as I silence the horrid sound. Sniffling, I get up feeling very groggy and dizzy. I must have caught a cold yesterday... Unable to afford missing more class, I hurriedly got dressed in a black beanie and a black gothic style dress and my knee high converse, skipping to just straightening my hair and adding eyeliner, too tired to shower or do a full face makeup. I then begin my walk to school, when I get there, I wince at the sight of the mess where my jeep was. When mom found out last night, she had it towed to the repair shop to try and salvage it. 

I slip inside and to my locker, feeling everyones eyes on me as usual. I feel a sudden wave of dizziness and grab my locker to brace myself.

I turn, feeling someone tap my shoulder, that someone was Wren and before she can get a word out, I sneeze right in her face. My eyes widen and I quickly grab my books and rush to first period.

Oh i am so screwed....